31 // Coffee Machine

Logan had invested so much money into this plan of his. He had gotten her Apple electronics only; a laptop, phone, and tablet, and they were all registered under May Smith, and all three of them had her email address on them, but if Logan thought she was going to use his things; he had another thing coming. 

As if reading her mind, her new phone rang and Logan’s name flashed on the screen. If the phone was not so loud and she did not have a headache, she was probably not going to answer it. Unfortunately, the bloody thing was getting louder by the minute. MJ groaned and answered the call, “Yes?” 

“I’m still waiting for my coffee, Miss Smith. I like my coffee strong, with two sugars and a lot of milk.” Logan said and hung up on her. MJ groaned and slammed the phone on the desk, and prayed to all the gods she could think of, that the bloody thing was broken. 

She got up and left her office, and went to the private kitchen, which she had to search